He shifted positions every once in a while and took stretch breaks, but for the most part he just sat there, motionless, watching.

Finally he checked his phone once more, scowled, and carried the chair back across the room. He tried to give Regina some more water, but she wouldn't drink. Olivia drank half of another bottle. Though her bladder felt like it was ready to explode—and she would let it burst before she urinated in front of him—it seemed like he was getting ready to depart and she could relieve herself after he left the room.

"Thank you for spending the evening with me," he said. "I'll be back soon."

He left.

Seconds after the door closed, Olivia peed her pants again, and then sobbed.

* * *

Kenneth Dove (not Greg the talent manager, not Christopher the model scout, not Jack with car trouble, or any of the others) pulled off to the side of the road before turning onto his street. He rolled down the window, then opened the glove compartment and took out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured some into his mouth, swished it around for a moment, then spat it out the window. He dabbed some onto his fingers and wiped them on his shirt. He'd changed into his smoke-scented shirt before getting in the car.

He rolled his window back up, put away the bottle, and drove the rest of the way home.

As he opened the front door, he was greeted by the scent of absolutely no dinner on the table. Vivian walked into the living room. Not surprisingly, she looked pissed.

"Seriously?" she asked.

Ken stepped inside. "Don't jump on my ass the second I walk through the door. I had to work late."

"Uh-huh." Vivian gave him one of the nasty glares she'd perfected over the past seventeen years. "You're not fooling anybody. I know exactly where you were."

"Whatever."

"Whatever," she mimicked. "You sound like a teenager. Speaking of which, he got in trouble again at school."

"What'd he do this time?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

"So I don't even get five minutes of peace after working late? I've gotta go straight to disciplinarian?"

"You know, Ken, when you act like I'm stupid, it really hurts my feelings. It really does. It makes me feel like you don't care about me."

"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry. I'm just tired." Ken walked over to Vivian and put his arms around her. He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. She recoiled a bit at the whiskey on his breath but didn't say anything. "You're the smartest girl I know."

"Then maybe start treating me that way."

"I will, I promise." He gave her a tight hug. Then he called over her shoulder. "Jared! C'mon down here!"